Date: Sun, 27 Apr 2014 08:42:40 +0000 From: David Lundquist Subject: Tom and my stories-1 Tom and my stories "Oh, what have we got here?" I asked, looking at the webpage that has opened on the screen. Before my eyes a hot steaming porn site opened. I managed to glimpse naked young people of both sexes enjoying themselves in bed before Tom snapped the mouse from my hand and closed the site. I was sitting beside him before his computer. As a good neighbor I had promised to help my neighbor's young son with installing a new program. "Shit!" Tom had a natural rosy hue in his cheeks, but now his face was blushing red. "You were not supposed to see that!" "Take it easy. It's ok to watch sex! I do it myself lots of time." "You do?" Tom looked at me with his saucer big eyes. I could not help feeling the tug of his eyes. They sat perfect in that wonderful youthful face. His skin was like peach, soft without any blemishes, radiating his 14 year old unspoilt beauty. Above his upper lip some downy hairs promised what would come in a few years. But so far his skin was a young teenager's treasure, and I could not help staring at him. "Do you really?" his question got me back to reality. "Well, yes. But when I was your age I did not have access to porn like this! Boy oh boy!" "What did you have then?" he asked me with his funny voice, just broken and still not settled in its future tone. "Let's see. I'm 40 now, which make it about 26 years since I was at your age. At that time we had no Internet so we had to stick to what else there was." I was thinking aloud. Tom's eyes bored into mine, his mouth half open with his snow-white teeth behind his full red lips. Oh, they were kissable if any were! "We had magazines. The ones we got hold of - I remember an older friend bought them for us. Not very exciting in your eyes surely, but for us it was very very hot!" "What kind of magazines?" Tom wanted to know. "I remember Top Hat, and Cocktail." Those two were what we mainly read." I suddenly recalled: "Wait a sec, I still have some of the Top Hat magazines. Do you want to see them?" "Sure! Wow, cool!" Tom exclaimed. "Wait a few minutes, I will get across the street and pick them up, I think I remember where I have put them." I rose from my chair and ran down the stairs, out of the door and across the street to my own house. And luck over all luck. The magazines were just where I remember putting them many many years ago in the attic. I picked up two numbers of Tom Hat, but I let some other magazines lay there... Two minutes later I was in Tom's room again, and gave him the magazines. "Wow! This is old!" Tom exclaimed. He opened the magazine and look at the pictures. After today's standards they were all very innocent. You would find a lot more explicit pictures in today's newspapers. "That was all? Why did you buy those magazines at all?" he wanted to know. "Because of the stories." I told him. "They were quite hot some of them, at least in my eyes. You can read them and see what you think. But let's finish with this installation, and you can read them when you're alone. So that you can have fun with yourself if you feel like it." The last sentence dropped out of me before I could think clearly! "What do you mean by that?" Tom looked at me with open mouth, before he became crimson red in his face. "Sorry. I should not have said that. But I think you know what I mean, right? Everybody does it." I grinned to him, and Tom flashed his wonderful smile to me, still blushing furiously. Tom put the two magazines under the pillow in his bed, grinning like a dog in heat to me. We finished with the computer just in time for Tom's mother calling us down for a hot mug of hot chocolate to Tom and a cup of tea to me. It was late already, and having downed my tea, I said goodnight and left for my own. The last I saw of Tom was he standing in the door, silhouetted by the light in the hallway, showing off his gracious long legs disappearing in the impossible small white tennis shorts. He waived goodbye to me with one hand and cupped his crotch with the other a small second before closing the door. Jesus! Before going to bed that night, I helped myself to a few of the old magazines. I fell asleep after a long and juice session with old pictures of naked boys while my hand went fast up and down on my steel hard dick. The next day was day off at work, and I had a long nice breakfast on the terrace in the sun, thinking about Tom and his wonderful body I wanted so much to see more of. But that was forbidden territory, and had to stick to dreaming. I had seen him so many times in just a small shorts, so I thought I knew everything about his body. His long slender legs, his flat abdomen with the beginning of a six-pack, his long strong arms, his nice face with the golden hair and rosy complexion, and his gorgeous mouth with the sharp red lips. Boy of boy, he was so hot, and I was hard in my trousers all the time. At last Tom called me on the cell. He wanted me to come over and help him a bit with the computer, if that was all right with me. All Right? Yess! A few minutes later I sat in front of his computer, making believe I was working on it. Tom sat on his bed, clad only in a red t-shirt and his ultra-small white shorts. My imagination was running wild and I got if possible even harder. "How were the magazines?" I asked him. "Ok." He blushed. "The pictures were dull but some of the stories were all right." "Which ones did you like?" I asked him. "The one with the young boy that the woman made do sex with her, and the one where the two boys watched the girl wanking." "Why did you like those stories?" "Cause the were about boys my age!" He started blushing again. "I've always dreamed about being seduced by an older woman! That was hot to read about!" "And the story about the boys watching the girl?" I wanted to know. "It was hot to read about the girl wanking, and how the boys played with each other while watching her." "What did the boys do?" I did not remember. "They were wanking each other." Now Tom was definitively embarrassed. "Did you like to read about that?" "Yes, that was hot!" Tom whispered, looking down at the floor. "When did you read the stories?" I wanted to know. "After I had gone to bed." "Did you, you know, touch yourself while reading?" I took the plunge. "Yes." He whispered and looked up at my, almost afraid. "Was it nice?" stupid me wanted to know. "Yes, very. So nice when you read stories like that!" He was more open now. He picked up the magazines from under his pillow and gave them to me. I noticed that one of them had two big stains on the backside. I pointed at the stains and looked up at him. He blushed hard again. "Sorry about that, but I could not help it." Suddenly it dawned on me: "Did you cum on the magazine?" "Yeah. I've never cum that hard! A big drop even landed on my nose." He boasted proud. "Not bad!" I smiled to him. "Do you have more magazines?" "Yes, sure. But I have something else that you might like to read." "What?" "Stories that I wrote myself when I was a bit older than you." "What kind of stories?" He looked at me again. "Porn stories?" "Yes, but maybe a bit different" I hesitated. "How different?" Tom wanted to know. I hesitated, telling him would be to tell a bit more about myself than I wanted to. "Oh, different." "Tell me!" Tom looked at me. His red tongue that slowly caressed his red lips did it. "Well, kind of more like boy stories?" "Huh?" Tom did not understand. "Stories about boys having fun with boys. I don't think you would like to read about that." "Boys playing together, sex like?" Tom took the clue. "I would like to read those!" Blushing again. "Sure?" "Yeas!" "Ok. I will get you a few." I rose from the char and went out of his room. "Just a sec." I said, running down the stairs. A few minutes later I was in his room again. Now with an envelope with 2 of my old stories. One about one boy laying strip poker with his sister and her girlfriend. The other one was "The Kiss", about two boys discovering boy-sex. (You can read it here: http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/the-kiss) "Read them in bed after you've gone to bed, then you can enjoy the better!" Tom did not say anything, but put the stories under his pillow, blushing furiously. I helped him a bit with the computer, before we drove off to our golf club and played a round together. Late that night, when I was securely in bed, my cell suddenly peeped. To my surprise it was Tom on the other end. He wanted to speak about the stories. My dick sprang to instant attention. "I've read the stories." Tom told me. "What do you think?" The moment of truth had come. "The strip poker story was very hot." He sighed. "I wished so much that it was me that the girls undressed and played with!" "The other story, The Kiss?" That is a boy-boy story, and I was very anxious to know what he thought about that one. "Oh, that one. Sooo hot! You write so well". This was promising, he did not think it was gross, but hot! "Did it make you hard?" I took the chance. "You bet!" Tom laughed a bit nervous. "Did you play with yourself when reading it?" Nothing could stop me now. "Yes, a bit. But I've not finished yet!" Wow! "Are you naked now?" I asked him, tugging down my own boxer shorts at the same time. I was hard and leaking. "Yes, and hard!" Tom was not so embarrassed now. I guess it made a difference to be on the phone and not faced to face. "Are you wanking?" I asked him, now steadily massaging my own dick. "Yes! And it is so nice! Are you?" "Yes, and it's so hot making it together with you!" Tom did not answer that one, but I heard him breathing hard. "Have you done like that in the story?" Tom asked me with a strained voice. "Yes, it's a true story, almost to the end." "What was not true?" Tom wanted to know. "I did not fuck him." "Yeah, that was a bit too gross." Tom added. "But the kissing and the sucking were hot!" Before he could go on he gasped. "Oh! That was close. I think I will cum soon." I seeded up my own wanking. At the same time I heard Tom oh'ing and ah'ing, my dick convulsed and cum sprayed up at my chest. "How was it for you?" I wanted to know in the warm aftermath of the orgasm. "Soo nice! It was so hot doing it while thinking of your stories! Do you have more stories?" "Yes, sure." But then I got a wild idea. "If you want to read more of my stories I would want you to use to take a picture of you dick with you mobile and send me!" "Are you crazy?" Tom exclaimed. "Sending you pictures of my willy?" "Just you dick. Your face will not show so nobody will know it's you." I tried to reassure him. "I have to think about that. We talk tomorrow. Good nite." And he turned off the cell.